Outside the door, Matthew's eyes narrowed slightly as he noted the untouched honey water and cold medicine.

Retrieving the key from a nearby drawer, he unlocked the bathroom door, pushing it open.

“Ah-”

Serena had been leaning against the door, and she nearly stumbled forward as he entered.

Quickly, she grabbed a towel from the shelf and wrapped it around herself.

Matthew's pupils narrowed. It was his towel and he did not like anyone to touching his things.

He had a strong penchant for cleanliness.

Anger surged within him, his emotions reaching a boiling point.

"Sir, I'm sorry," Serena stammered.

She didn't know what else to say, hanging her head...